Cherry Season

It was our last of three glorious days of not being "on call" for work and clients, and Mistress and slave fully exploited it.

There was some raucous wake-up sex to start the day, with Slave deploying Mistress's favorite power tool, after a little warm up with my lips and tongue. It seemed it took less than a minute before Mistress was asking for permission to cum. And who was I to say no, as her hips thrashed through her release.

"That's such an efficient machine, Slave", she murmured as she  came back down to planet hideaway.  Mistress then returned the favor, first by using her own lips and tongue to bring her work-a-day cock to full attention, and then riding it to another orgasm. Having seemingly satisfied my Mistress for the moment, it was soon the slave who was (more appropriately) asking for permission to cum.

After Mistress whipped up heaping plates of scrambled eggs, slave mounted our bikes on the rent-a-car and we headed up to s scenic national park along the Rio Grande for an 18 mile ride across the high desert landscape.

Back at the house, it was time to relax a bit out in our patio. It did not take Mistress long to shed her biking shorts and jersey. As you can see, Mistress enjoyed a healthy snack. She's a big fan of Ranier cherries!

By late afternoon, we were ready for a nap. But before pulling back the covers, Mistress got a call from her lover, Jay.  He had just dropped off his son for two weeks with his other parent. I made myself scarce so they could "catch up", joining Mistress in bed once her call was completed.

"I think he's disappointed that I'm not around now that he's kid-less slave...."

"I'm sure he is Mistress.... if we had thought ahead, we could have invited him out here to join us for a while....."

Mistress scrunched her face in thought.

"Hmmmm..... I'm not sure how that would work.  It would be a real challenge to decide who to sleep with every night, slave....."

"It would put you on the spot, wouldn't it.  I guess we could draw straws."

"I'm not sure Jay would want to share like that, slave...."

"I guess you could do shuttle diplomacy.... sort of Henry Kissinger, but sexy and naked?"

We shelved the idea for some future visit. Obviously planning would be important. But all that cuckolding talk did seem to put Mistress in the mood for some pre-nap worship.

Not that it takes much to put her in the mood.